One sweep of his tongue. That’s all it took. From my asshole to my clit. I came with a scream that burned my throat. I trembled, locking his head between my thighs. 
“I need more,” I grunted like a deranged woman. 
He found my lips with his, and he pressed the weight of his body over mine. His hand trailed down my ribs, down my stomach, and he buried it between my legs. The rough pads of his fingers slowly circled my clit. 
**********
She read about him in a book. She never expected him to step out of the page and into her bed.
Mara Cavendell lives a quiet life running her late parents’ bookshop, until the night a man from her book appears in her dreams.
When she wakes to find him, Kaelith, the brooding vampire warlord, sitting in her room, reality cracks open.
Kaelith is one of The Vowed, a secret order of four ancient vampires blessed with power and bound by blood to protect the Oracle, the woman foretold to hold the fate of their realm in her hands. 
He tells Mara she is the Oracle. 
She was never meant to be raised in the human realm. Torn from her true life as a child and hidden through time, Mara’s absence has begun to unravel the world she was destined to anchor.
Now, reality is fracturing, magic is twisting, the sky is literally falling. To repair the fabric of Kaelith’s realm, Mara must return, and choose her fated mate from among The Vowed.
Kaelith. Rhydan. Nerion. Thane.
Each dangerous. Each powerful. Each bound to her by ancient prophecy.
With war brewing, a realm crumbling, and passion building into something she’s never known, Mara must decide: Will she embrace the mate fate chose for her…or fight to rewrite the threads of destiny herself?

Marked for One: My Vampire Fated Mate

Commander Kaelith

**Kaelith**
The scent of this place is quiet. Not dead. Not old. But quiet. Like dust that remembers laughter, and cries and comfort. Parchment that once held secrets whispered in a child’s ear.
The air tastes of ink and cedar and faint sorrow. A stillness clings to it.
I follow her into the sto...

**Kaelith**

The scent of this place is quiet. Not dead. Not old. But quiet. Like dust that remembers laughter, and cries and comfort. Parchment that once held secrets whispered in a child’s ear. 

The air tastes of ink and cedar and faint sorrow. A stillness clings to it.

I follow her into the sto...

A Letter

An Ancient Book

The Eclipse

Need to Pretend

Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

Change My Life

A Dream

You Spoke My Name

So, Get Back In

She Unmakes Me

They Vanish When You Stop Believing

Crop Top and Maxi Skirt

Sulking Vampire

You Have the Wrong Person

Help Me, Kaelith

Just a Friend

They Hid You From Me

Soon, My Light

They've Found Us

Cannot Be Me

Survive

Are You My Mate?

Made of Glass

Answers, Not Silence

She Cannot Be Mine

Ash and Vanilla